TPM reported that Ayers then released the National Journal reporter’s arm, beamed “in Marxist triumph,” and said, “And now I would like the royalties.”

Then, in a second encounter with conservative blogger Anne Leary at Reagan National Airport who did not even ask the question, Ayers declared, “Yes, I wrote ‘Dreams From My Father’ … Michelle [Obama] asked me to.”

Describing the encounter, Leary wrote that she was sitting in Reagan National, sipping a coffee by the United counter before going through security, when she saw Bill Ayers.

Leary described her conversation with Ayers as follows:

“Then, unprompted he [Ayers] said – I wrote ‘Dreams from My Father.’ I said, oh, so you admit it. He said – Michelle asked me to. I looked at him. He seemed eager. He’s about my height, short. He went on to say – and if you can prove it, we can split the royalties. So I said, stop pulling my leg. Horrible thought. But he came again – I really wrote it, the wording was similar. I said I believe you probably heavily edited it. He said – I wrote it. I said – why would I believe you, you’re a liar.

“He had no answer to that. Just looked at me and walked off, and said again his bit about my proving it and splitting the proceeds.” (— Continued).

Is anyone surprised at the audacity of Bill Ayers’ insurrectionist need to get inside the American public’s head?

My only shock and awe as to Ayers is that anyone allows him to have contact with American youth and/or Americans of any age in any educational capacity. That this intentionally destructive and truly creepy individual remains afforded with any public attention to any degree — beyond the criminal justice system, and, the penal system in all it’s resources — is the real issue, as it is also the only shock as to the individual known as ‘Bill Ayers’.

But, from the swamp of Communist Chicago comes this ooze of mental, spiritual and political instability that continues to infect these United States of America.

I realize these are harsh words. Consider them harsh words for, or, rather, about a harsh individual: Bill Ayers, who cannot contain his ongoing, deranged need to upset, lie, cheat, mislead, destroy and denigrate human society, especially when it’s American and especially when he can ridicule security, information, truth, trust — he wants you to worry that he is there, that this poses a problem, and then he relies on you assuming more reasonable perspectives, that he isn’t really there because he just couldn’t really be.

But he is and that’s his idea of a joke, right before he destroys the dreams. Think of the monster under the bed who the children fear and you caution them isn’t real: the monster, in this case, is real and he is under the bed of our nation.